Andrea stood in the door to the hall and looked toward a glass door that led onto a deck. Beyond the deck was the huge, dark, star-scattered sky and the black shapes of distant hills. A sliver of moon hung just above the hills. It was a beautiful view, Andrea thought. Lucky Clay, to go to sleep every night in a place such as this. Clay stood behind her. Light as a breath, his hands rubbed her arms. She felt the touch of his mouth at her nape and shivered as his lips caressed her. Andrea leaned back a little, her body giving a sensual signal to which Clay’s arms instantly responded. He pulled her close so she felt him more fully against her and his hands came around her, seeking and finding her breasts. Andrea moaned. Clay cupped her breasts, felt for the response of the nipples and then rubbed them, so they hardened more through the fabric of her clothing. And then his hands were on the bow at her neck, pulling it loose, slipping buttons free. The front of her blouse fell open. He took it from behind and peeled it away.
